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where are you now
standing behind me
taking my hand?
come and remind me
who you are.
...
are you made of stardust too?
are the angels after you?
tell me what I am to do
but until then I'll save your side of the bed
just come and sing me to sleep.
He attacked everything in life with a mix of extraordinary genius and naive incompetence...
...it was often difficult to tell which was which.
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